viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before, before.

'You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. '

And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.


You're a stylish girl, can't we end this stylishly?

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